Friday, July 2, 2010

This wasn't in the budget.

There were so many other things I wanted to tell you about. Unfortunately, trumping all of those is my little traffic accident while stuck in bumper-to-bumper on the 5 freeway this afternoon. I know I should count my blessings, things could have been so much worse, blah blah blah... Can't I have just a brief moment of "why me?" This totally sucks and I'm mad. Really good and mad. I mean, haven't I dealt with enough this year? Do I really deserve this on top of everything else? Is this what I get for feeling down today? Is this what I get for indulging in a little pity party, for feeling down on my current living situation? For contemplating the idea of renting a room somewhere? Don't I deserve a room with, you know, a real, live door? Oh, didn't I mention that? There is NO DOOR on my bedroom. Here's where I let it all out in the open, 'cause I'm (eventually) honest about everything. My room at my mother's has NO DOOR. I'm grateful to have a room! I am! And it's rent-free! Awesome! And hundreds of other exclamation points for good reasons! Like my health! And my family! And their health! And a three-day holiday weekend! It's all wonderful and awesome! Exclamation point! But, you know what? I could have done without my front bumper making friends with the little red Ford Focus in front of me. I would have been grateful for the use of my driver's side door, which is now stuck shut. I would have been happy to keepthe $1,000+ that it'll cost me after all is said and done. And, damn it, I don't think I'm a terrible person for wanting a room with a DOOR. The end.

God I love you in a snit. Because you sound just like me in a snit.I find a good, wholesome howl of rage is key to turning bad momentum around. Plus, it's amusing to your internet friends. So rage, baby, rage.

That sucks....bad. The accident is bad enough....but to have to crawl out on the passenger side ~ again...sucks bad.What sucks worse than all of the above....no door on your room! I have an extra one in my attic....would gladly share if not for me being about 3,000 miles away.

chocolate + whine

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Stephanie is 30+ years old, divorced, and overweight. And one has nothing to do with the other, she swears. She loves chocolate, romance novels and Edward Cullen and she feels really weird referring to herself in the third person. This is her personal blog. As if you couldn't tell. More about Stephanie.